you'd like waquine, he doesn't like beets

Willie: You can't vote, ALF, you're not a citizen.

ALF: I'll apply for a green card.

Willie: That's only if you want a job.

ALF: Pass.
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ALF: I know...I'll marry Lynn, become a citizen, vote, then drop her of like a hot potato.

Willie: ALF...

ALF: Sure it will be hard on her first. She'll cry, drink a little too much. Join with a bongo player named Waquine.

Willie: ALF.

ALF: You'd like Waquine, he doesn't like beets.

Willie: Neither you nor Waquine may marry my daughter and you may not vote.

ALF: Fine. I have no voice in government, Waquine will get deported, and they'll make him eat beets.

Willie: How many cups of coffee have you had?

ALF: Forty. Why?

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Classic ALF.


I'm with Waquine.  I tried beets.  I almost threw up. 

I'm sorry Heather, but they are vile.  They're even worse than mushrooms, and I thought that wasn't possible.  I drizzled them with olive oil...sprinkled with salt, roasted them....

Peeled the outer layer off...sliced them...took a bite...

Gagged.

Even Philly was brave enough to try them and he had the same reaction I did.  He said they taste like dirt.  I thought that was being kind.

Eddie likes everything, but I love him too much to let him try them.  In retrospect it would have been worth it to give him a sample.  Share the love, you know.

Fear not!  I've found a use for my beets.  (But they smell horrible too, and I nearly wretched to death taking these shots.)

Jellyfishbeet:

And the alien sings, "I.....ain't got no bo---dy..."

 Even #6 was smart enough to scurry away:

Zombie attack:

 Here's the zombie.  Or the Walking Dead Produce Man:

No produce (or cow) was hurt in the shooting of these photos.

Except the beets.

And the potato.

So give.  Do you like beets?  And if so...how is that possible?